The ride back from the clinic unfolded in a quiet that was anything but peaceful.
Lena sat beside him, one hand resting protectively over the twins’ carrier, her gaze drifting out the window as the city blurred past. She had spoken only when necessary, her voice soft, almost careful, as if the air between them had grown fragile.
Zayn drove with measured precision, but his thoughts were nowhere near the road.
Cleared to resume intimate relations.
The doctor’s voice replayed again and again in his mind — clinical, neutral, matter-of-fact… yet the impact of those words had been anything but neutral.
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
It wasn’t simply desire that unsettled him. That would have been easier. Simpler. Manageable.
It was the realization that the restraint he had c
